Poor Marie
It all began on a moonlit night in the middle of fall, with leaves being ripped off branches by the wind.
We lived in a blue house at the end of a dirt driveway and a mailbox at the end of it; there are only three neighbors in twenty miles.
Julian sat in the living room on the floor, back to the coffee table.
There were two thin sofas making an "L" shape, one red and one blue.
Marie was in the kitchen making a sweet roast dinner with vegetable stock, and blueberry tea.
She loved to dance over the checkered floor, around the chairs, and over to young Julian who is busy playing with toys on the floor.
Sounds came from above the ceiling, in the attic space.
A long creak everytime the wind blew slowly easing into an echo.
Marie called for Julian to set the table, for dinner had just been finished.
He hurried up and helped her set the table, bowls first, then silverware, and finally towels to place in their laps.
Three loud bangs came from the window, almost like a large branch is smacking it; the glass sounds like its going to shatter.
Julian screams in fear and Marie rushes over to comfort him, her baby boy.
The front door swings open, causing things to fall over with the wind.
Marie gets frustrated and hushes Julian before walking over to close the door and block it.
She goes to pick some things up in front of the door, and a loud crash happens behind her.
A brick flew through the window, hitting her in the arm, but the window took most of the impact.
Knowing the next one would hit her in the head she stayed low and made her way to Julian in the kitchen.
Marie screamed in fear as she came in and the back door was wide open; Julian no place in sight, nothing left but the knife he was holding.
We lived in a blue house at the end of a dirt driveway and a mailbox at the end of it; there are only three neighbors in twenty miles.
Julian sat in the living room on the floor, back to the coffee table.
There were two thin sofas making an "L" shape, one red and one blue.
Marie was in the kitchen making a sweet roast dinner with vegetable stock, and blueberry tea.
She loved to dance over the checkered floor, around the chairs, and over to young Julian who is busy playing with toys on the floor.
Sounds came from above the ceiling, in the attic space.
A long creak everytime the wind blew slowly easing into an echo.
Marie called for Julian to set the table, for dinner had just been finished.
He hurried up and helped her set the table, bowls first, then silverware, and finally towels to place in their laps.
Three loud bangs came from the window, almost like a large branch is smacking it; the glass sounds like its going to shatter.
Julian screams in fear and Marie rushes over to comfort him, her baby boy.
The front door swings open, causing things to fall over with the wind.
Marie gets frustrated and hushes Julian before walking over to close the door and block it.
She goes to pick some things up in front of the door, and a loud crash happens behind her.
A brick flew through the window, hitting her in the arm, but the window took most of the impact.
Knowing the next one would hit her in the head she stayed low and made her way to Julian in the kitchen.
Marie screamed in fear as she came in and the back door was wide open; Julian no place in sight, nothing left but the knife he was holding.